His Monarchic Return

Chapter 6

Richard shook his head and chuckled.

He knew Sabrina despised him.

"Sabrina, let me show y—"

He wanted to let Sabrina see the real him a bit, but she turned her back to him and walked to the parking lot.

A white four-seat Porsche Panamera pulled up and stopped in front of them.

A stunning young woman stepped out of the car with effortless grace, her elegant dress and sparkling jewelry enhancing her high-fashion allure.

"Sabrina," she hugged Sabrina.

"Laura, thanks for coming," Sabrina replied joyfully.

"I came as soon as I could when I got your text."

Laura smiled while eyeing Richard from head to toe and shook her head.

Not a single item of value detected from head to toe.

Apart from being a bit handsome and having a somewhat fitting body, this man was totally worthless.

When Sabrina texted her and told her that she was forced to marry a loser and needed a helping hand, she had thought Sabrina was exaggerating.

But seeing Richard in person made her realize how unlucky Sabrina was.

Most of Sabrina's suitors usually carried around $250,000 on their bodies.

However, this man here only carried $25 at most.

“Richard, this is Laura, my best friend.” 

Sabrina suppressed her dislike and tried to sound polite.

"Nice to meet you, Laura," Richard said, extending his hand to Laura out of politeness.

However, Laura retreated, with obvious disgust in her eyes.

“You know what? Riffraff should know their place.”

She ignored Richard's hand and wrapped her hands around Sabrina instead.

Richard chuckled coldly and dropped his hand.

“Come on, we are already late for Carter Rogers’s event at the Noble Knight Club,” Laura smiled mischievously.

Almost everybody in Vantican knew Carter Rogers was one of Sabrina’s most devoted suitors.

Laura had always believed Carter would marry Sabrina.

Carter’s father worked for Aaron Windsor, while Carter was the CEO of Biohealth Science, a company that supported Aaron Windsor's business.

Apart from the giant tier, Windsor, there were four lower tiers in Vantican's wealth and richest realm.

Carter's family could be called third-tier wealth, a level higher than Lansdowne wealth.

Thus, from Laura's point of view, Carter and Sabrina were the perfect match.

"Of course," Sabrina happily replied. 

"Richard, you should come with us."

"Sure," Richard raised his brows.

Maybe Sabrina, was still listening to her grandfather's wish to take him around.

Meanwhile, Laura sneered to herself.

She had already warned Carter Rogers in advance.

Carter was livid and eager to teach Richard a lesson that would leave him reflecting deeply in a hospital bed.

She would let Richard know he was a frog in the well, really not fitting the rich life and not fit into Sabrina’s lifestyle.

"Let us go then."

They entered Laura’s car, and she took them to the Noble Knight Club.

It was one of the most exclusive martial arts clubs in the city for nobles and rich people only.

No middle class could enter because of the price.

Even the lowest tier of the rich in Vantican still thought this club was too expensive.

If the lowest class came, they would be shocked to see how members could spend one year of their salary in one day only.

When they arrived, Richard realized it was a martial arts and war machine club.

Nowadays, martial arts were popular, especially swordsmanship, and most people knew some skills, more or less.

"I can’t wait to see Carter during his match," Laura yelled and quickly dragged Sabrina toward the entrance of the club, leaving Richard behind.

The automatic glass opened as it ran facial recognition for the members and the outside guard gave them a respectful bow.

As Richard approached the entrance, the glass door shut right in front of his face.

The guard sneered at him, "Drivers or servants aren't allowed in. Move along."

Laura smirked as she pulled Sabrina away.

"Let him learn his place; he’ll never be where we are."

“Who told you I am a driver or a servant? I want to enter.” 

Richard said calmly.

“Then become a member,” the guard yawned.

“You think any Tom and lowlife like you can just walk in here? Leave now, or you’ll regret it."